A Change is as Good as a Holiday?

A little while ago (not very long), we were advised that the owners of our home were returning from their trip around Australia, possibly just for a few months, possibly for good. This meant we had to move out, but would potentially be able to move back in after a few months.

An idea was born.

We could head off on an adventure!

I shared the idea with Geoff, who usually takes a deeeeep preparatory breath when I start a sentence with “Hey, I’ve had an idea…..” I fully expected that he would write it off as totally crazy and that we should simply find a house to rent nearby to our current home, but he surprised me by saying words to the effect of “Why the heck not?!”

So we started dreaming.

My dreams of far-off lands like the UK, Canada and even New Zealand, quickly morphed into more realistic places such as Tasmania or Victoria (Melbourne). I clung to the Tassie idea for awhile, but soon realised it was a no go, and agreed that Melbourne was the place. With lots of extended family already living there, plus better homeschooling laws, better climate (yes, we’re strange, we like the cooler weather!) and, basically, Melbourne being a very “hip” city, it seemed like a great place to base ourselves for the next six months or so. It wasn’t quite an overseas, exotic locale and was, in fact, only one state away from home. It didn’t sound quite as glamorous as some of the other places I’d been thinking of, but it didn’t sound terrible, either! With four-sixths of Geoff’s family already living there, we had good reason to move closer to them and spend time with his half of the family, who we’ve hardly seen for the past seven or so years.

We sat with the idea for awhile and then gathered the kids to have a chat. We presented the dream and asked for their thoughts, moving into a brain storming session where no thought or idea was considered silly or wrong.

Travis thought it was a wonderful idea and said we should definitely do it, but that he wouldn’t come with us. He was almost twenty at the time, and starting to consider his options for flatting with friends, or heading north to warmer weather and bigger waves. My heart started to race at the idea that we could end up living a whole state or two apart, but reassured myself that it was “only for six months”.

Brady quickly wrote the idea off, but within about 20 minutes of conversation had totally changed his tune, and became very excited about the idea, having often thought of relocating to Melbourne himself once he moved out anyway!

The younger two had reservations but also enthusiasm about the adventure ahead, and before we knew it a mutual decision had been made and plans started to snowball, for our “6 month adventure”!

I will save you the dreary details of our hunt for a rental property (which ended in a twelve month lease, rather than six), the sorting and stashing of all our worldly goods, and so on. 🙂

I will say this, though. I have the most amazing mother on earth. I kid you not. I was really worried about telling her our idea, knowing that it would take us much further away from her. We were already three hours away, but this would be a much greater distance, and require flying rather than driving to visit. I wanted to tell her in person, so I invited her to meet me for lunch in the city, because I “had something to tell her”. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realised how hard it must have been for her to hear those words, and the possibilities her imagination may well have been dredging up.

So I headed off on my 2.5 hour train trip and she drove the hour trip in to the city, and we talked. And talked. And talked. (Some things never change!)

The short story is (because trust me, if I started on the long story we’d be here all night!) she gave us her blessing to move nine hours away from her. She is a widow and could easily have wallowed in self pity, feeling upset with us for “abanding” or “deserting” her, but instead, she started to get excited about coming down for regular holidays, saying that she’d always wanted to see more of Melbourne and now she had the perfect excuse, and at our expense! She was also very diplomatic, stating that we could have announced we were moving to the other side of the earth!

I was so amazed by the way she embraced our choice, and yet she was also honest about how she would miss us being closer to her.

Before we knew it, everything was full steam ahead and life started to look a lot like this:

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Okay, so there were a few distractions along the way, like playing with bubble wrap. 🙂
... and playing with boxes
… and playing with boxes
Saying yes to helping your child make their first Halloween costume
Saying yes to helping your child make their first Halloween costume
..... and saying yes to helping one of your other kids with their Halloween costume!
….. and saying yes to helping one of your other kids with their Halloween costume!
Having birthdays .....
Having birthdays …..
..... and birthday parties
….. and birthday parties
Sending your first born off on his first overseas adventure, knowing that on his return he will have just a couple of days before moving out on his own for the first time
Sending your first born off on his first overseas adventure, knowing that on his return he will have just a couple of days before moving out on his own for the first time
..... and then dealing with the courier who ran into your son's motorbike and tried to rip you off!
….. and then dealing with the courier who ran into your son’s motorbike and tried to rip you off!
Saying yes to the kids inviting their friends over
Saying yes to the kids inviting their friends over
..... and saying yes to an electronic drum set, even though it takes hours to set up and would have to be packed up for the move in two weeks!
….. and saying yes to an electronic drum set, even though it takes hours to set up and would have to be packed up for the move in two weeks!
Spending your first supposedly uninterrupted day of packing at the roadside with your husband's broken down car
Spending your first supposedly uninterrupted day of packing at the roadside with your husband’s broken down car
..... sorting and purging, giving away and selling
….. sorting and purging, giving away and selling
..... patching up "packing injuries" and buying way too many mangoes just a few days before the big move!!
….. patching up “packing injuries” and buying way too many mangoes just a few days before the big move!!

And that’s only half of it. There were also multiple interstate business trips for Geoff, a couple of bouts of sickness for me, a vomiting child, interstate visitors (which was much more fun than the vomiting child!), and many other intermittent interruptions to the task at hand. The stress culminated in a sudden realisation, three days before the truck was due to come, that it was actually coming in two days! I had inadvertently forgotten to change the amended date in my calendar, and I suddenly had one entire less day in which to get everything finished! There are many good reasons as to why moving house rates so high on the stress scale and we were experiencing them all! But we got through it, as does everyone who experiences similar situations. And before we knew it, the time for goodbyes was upon us, but we’ll leave that post for another day……

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Karen Lee

FAMILY: Married since 1989 (does that make me old?), a full-time Mum since 1993, and unschooling my kids since 2005. On a journey of learning to live free and fully loved as God intended, following Jesus rather than an institution or "religion". Caring for the world and its people as best as I can.